Post by Requiem on Apr 12, 2009 19:35:56 GMT -5
Something almost shy entered into his eyes as the girl expressed such delight at the idea of his carving. M'ta did a lot of things with his hands. Part of the reason he was relatively good at such things is you stole what you could, and made what you couldn't steal where he came from, so it was useful to have an eye for making things. He used to reverse engineer things constantly to pass the time. Not that he could always put something back together after he tore it apart; M'ta was intelligent, but not brilliant by any stretch of the imagination. But he could make a set of riding straps, mend clothes, and fashion most things that he'd seen before out of wood. He'd even developed a dying system using crushed herbs and stones, though he strongly suspected the color would wash out of the wood if submerged.
Carving seemed a natural thing for a young man known for carrying knives - even if he didn't wear his throwing knives much anymore. Something that took that sort of concentration calmed him, and three turns as a candidate...well, he could carve with some decent amount of ability now. Rather than answering Raylin directly, however, he fished in his pocket for the carving he'd made some three turns back, when Lennae's Amith was still just a tiny hatchling. A curled dragon, with his own Jabari curled up right on her tail beside her snout, their heads touching. It wasn't very detailed - he'd gotten more into that sort of thing later - but the shapes themselves were clear, the whole thing almost dreamlike because it was more of a suggestion of a firelizard and a dragon as opposed to something accurate to the tiniest detail.
"From a few turns back," he uttered, extending it to her. "You...can keep it, if you like. I doubt the rider even remembers I did it anymore; she vanished...before it was finished." Indeed, he'd been carrying it in his pocket in case he ever ran into Lennae, but it was most certainly the truth; the likelihood that the girl would remember that one afternoon was slim. He'd never seen her since. M'ta thought she might have been at the 'mandyr hatching, but he hadn't been sure, and...well, she made him nervous, anyway. Lennae was a killer. He'd seen it in her eyes. He couldn't condemn her; he was one, too. But she'd talked about playing hero and returning north and he distinctly remembered the conversation as being exceedingly uncomfortable. Maybe it was best that he and Lennae...simply not cross paths.
Behruth snorted mildly at the slight embarrassment coming off of His. Silly humans got so weird about things, even if His was clearly the best of the lot. The brown thought that Ebolath's must be very nice, though, since His liked her and the pretty little sister had chosen her. Maybe Theirs could be friends? They were getting along okay. I am glad. Not everyone likes to look for shinies, he added, with a touch of confusion. He didn't understand at all why some of his fellows didn't seem to like them. So much beauty should be collected and admired! Just like you collected beautiful, nice friends to chat and snuggle with. Wasn't that the reason for being a dragon, other than flying and protecting all the humanlies from the mean Thread stuff? Mine will make them for you. Friends forever, and always together, even when we're apart, he agreed happily. The brother shinies would connect them!
M'ta couldn't help but genuinely smile at the two delighted dragons. It seemed the idea was a good one. "Of course I'll make it for you, Ebolath." He blinked at Raylin's comment, though, genuinely confused. "Why would I want to get rid of her? Behruth likes her." Her next statement, however, caught him off-guard. Well...yes...that made sense. If Behruth spent much time with Ebolath, that would probably mean he and Raylin would see more of each other. Kind of like how it had worked out with R'wign. Her question, though, was far more significant than she probably realized. The brownweyrling was relatively amiable with a good number of people, but his friends? He didn't have many he'd call that.
Hesitating, he finally reached out and grasped her hand. "Friends, then," he said, if just a touch uncertainly. Ruth was pushing him out of his comfort zone. Again.
Carving seemed a natural thing for a young man known for carrying knives - even if he didn't wear his throwing knives much anymore. Something that took that sort of concentration calmed him, and three turns as a candidate...well, he could carve with some decent amount of ability now. Rather than answering Raylin directly, however, he fished in his pocket for the carving he'd made some three turns back, when Lennae's Amith was still just a tiny hatchling. A curled dragon, with his own Jabari curled up right on her tail beside her snout, their heads touching. It wasn't very detailed - he'd gotten more into that sort of thing later - but the shapes themselves were clear, the whole thing almost dreamlike because it was more of a suggestion of a firelizard and a dragon as opposed to something accurate to the tiniest detail.
"From a few turns back," he uttered, extending it to her. "You...can keep it, if you like. I doubt the rider even remembers I did it anymore; she vanished...before it was finished." Indeed, he'd been carrying it in his pocket in case he ever ran into Lennae, but it was most certainly the truth; the likelihood that the girl would remember that one afternoon was slim. He'd never seen her since. M'ta thought she might have been at the 'mandyr hatching, but he hadn't been sure, and...well, she made him nervous, anyway. Lennae was a killer. He'd seen it in her eyes. He couldn't condemn her; he was one, too. But she'd talked about playing hero and returning north and he distinctly remembered the conversation as being exceedingly uncomfortable. Maybe it was best that he and Lennae...simply not cross paths.
Behruth snorted mildly at the slight embarrassment coming off of His. Silly humans got so weird about things, even if His was clearly the best of the lot. The brown thought that Ebolath's must be very nice, though, since His liked her and the pretty little sister had chosen her. Maybe Theirs could be friends? They were getting along okay. I am glad. Not everyone likes to look for shinies, he added, with a touch of confusion. He didn't understand at all why some of his fellows didn't seem to like them. So much beauty should be collected and admired! Just like you collected beautiful, nice friends to chat and snuggle with. Wasn't that the reason for being a dragon, other than flying and protecting all the humanlies from the mean Thread stuff? Mine will make them for you. Friends forever, and always together, even when we're apart, he agreed happily. The brother shinies would connect them!
M'ta couldn't help but genuinely smile at the two delighted dragons. It seemed the idea was a good one. "Of course I'll make it for you, Ebolath." He blinked at Raylin's comment, though, genuinely confused. "Why would I want to get rid of her? Behruth likes her." Her next statement, however, caught him off-guard. Well...yes...that made sense. If Behruth spent much time with Ebolath, that would probably mean he and Raylin would see more of each other. Kind of like how it had worked out with R'wign. Her question, though, was far more significant than she probably realized. The brownweyrling was relatively amiable with a good number of people, but his friends? He didn't have many he'd call that.
Hesitating, he finally reached out and grasped her hand. "Friends, then," he said, if just a touch uncertainly. Ruth was pushing him out of his comfort zone. Again.